wedding fan

His rationality was at a disadvantage again, and by the time Yan Mo came to his senses, he had already entered the house holding the other's hand.

Jiang Hanqing's fingertips were cold, and she was wearing thin clothes. Yan Mo frowned slightly as he looked at her pale cheeks, and put the other's hand in his palm for a while longer.

She despised herself severely in her heart.

Obviously she didn't want to do that.

Yan Mo didn't like this feeling of being out of control, just like she found that she couldn't say any words of rejection to Jiang Hanqing at all, as if there was another person living in her body, always going against her original ideas.

After returning to the familiar home, Yan Mo's uneasiness subsided a little.At a glance, she saw the wedding photo of herself and Jiang Hanqing hanging on the white wall directly opposite the door.

Such a familiar yet unfamiliar picture.

Yan Mo stared at the wedding photo that took up most of the wall in a daze.

In the picture, Jiang Hanqing is held in her arms half in the air, and the two bodies are cuddled tightly together, as if they only have each other in their eyes, even if it is just a photo, the lingering love can be seen.

Yan Mo feels that she is not the kind of person with rich emotions, and few people or things can cause her emotional changes.Just like she once thought that the person she loves the most is only herself.

But this wedding photo slapped her in the face mercilessly.

This is completely different from how she imagined herself.

This is even more different from the Jiang Hanqing she imagined.

She suddenly had an urge to retrieve her memories, and asked herself who had ten years of good memories, what happened in these ten years?What did she forget?

Jiang Hanqing looked at Yan Mo with some distress, and gently squeezed her hand, "It's okay if you can't remember it now." She knew that all this had too much impact on Yan Mo.

Jiang Hanqing thought for a while, and decided to ask her for advice, "If you feel that this wedding photo makes you uncomfortable..." She felt a little uncomfortable, and said reluctantly: "I can send it to you to see first." Go somewhere you don't see."

Yan Mo immediately said, "No need."

She was silent for a while, then let go of her hand, "No...uncomfortable." Although she didn't want to admit it, when she saw this wedding photo, there was always a warm current in her heart, maybe it was the so-called sense of happiness?

Jiang Hanqing looked down at her empty hand, smiled sourly, "That's good."

She has already canceled all the later schedules, and she can stay at home with Yan Mo for medical treatment for a while, although she doesn't know whether Yan Mo would like to let herself accompany her.

Maybe this person will find it annoying.

She managed to pull herself together and planned to make some dinner for the other party, "You must be hungry just after coming back from the hospital, do you want me to serve you a bowl of noodles?"

Yan Mo looked at Jiang Hanqing who had already put on the apron, and suddenly felt a bad feeling in her heart, but she didn't understand the source of this feeling, so she could only forcefully suppress it first, and said: "Okay."

At the end, he politely added: "Thank you."

Jiang Hanqing automatically blocked the "thank you" and started cooking for Yan Mo.

Seeing her 'skillful' messing around in the kitchen, Yan Mo thought that the other party was a virtuous wife who was good at cooking, so he lessened his desire to help, fearing that he would be 'clumsy' and cause trouble for her.

But she never expected that what Jiang Hanqing said about "a bowl of noodles" was really just a bowl of noodles.

Yan Mo looked at the boiled noodles in his bowl, and fell silent for a rare time.

Seeing that the other party had been sitting there without moving the chopsticks, Jiang Hanqing asked a little strangely, "Why don't you eat?"

She didn't think there was anything wrong with this extremely monotonous bowl of noodles, but she was eager to let Yan Mo try it, "You used to like it the most, and you can eat a big bowl every time!"

Yan Mo: "..."

She didn't know how the previous self could eat it, but she knew that the current self must not be able to.

She picked up the chopsticks and put them down again, thinking in her heart how to decline, but Jiang Hanqing looked at her expectantly with her big bright eyes, like a puppy wagging its tail waiting for its master to praise... ..

Faced with such stares, Yan Mo couldn't say anything if he wanted to refuse, so he could only grit his teeth and bite the bullet.

no taste.

Totally tasteless.

This woman doesn't even cook with salt.

Mr. Yan silently gave a bad review in his heart.

Seeing that the other party had eaten, Jiang Hanqing hurriedly asked, "What do you think of the taste?"

"The doctor said to remind you of some things you did before, which will help you regain your memory." What if Yan Mo thinks of her all of a sudden because he thinks the noodles taste very familiar?

"If you think it's delicious, I'll make it for you every day from now on."

Yan Mo was caught off guard and choked.

She forcibly skipped the topic and asked, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Jiang Hanqing was so engrossed in Yan Mo that she naturally forgot to eat, so she nodded embarrassingly, "I haven't eaten yet."

"But I'm an artist, so I can't eat too much at night."

She thought that Yan Mo wanted to share this bowl of noodles with her, so she knocked on the wall of the bowl tentatively, "Do you want to eat with me?"

Yan Mo choked for a moment and asked, "Have you never tasted the noodles you made yourself?"

Jiang Hanqing shook her head, "I really want to try it, but you used to compete with me to eat it, so I never had a chance..." After finishing speaking, Jiang Hanqing wanted to try some noodles with chopsticks.

Before she could put her chopsticks into the bowl, Yan Mo suddenly snatched the whole bowl away and ate up all the noodles in the bowl with lightning speed.

Jiang Hanqing looked at the other party in a daze, with small question marks written all over her face.

eat... eat so fast?

She muttered in a low voice, "It's so delicious?" Before losing her memory, she always competed to eat, but she didn't expect it to be like this after losing her memory.

As a result, Jiang Hanqing became more confident in her craft.

Yan Mo bit the bullet and ate all the noodles, and didn't give Jiang Hanqing the chance to try his craft.

"So...." She probably knew who usually cooks more, "Is it usually me who cooks more?"

Jiang Hanqing didn't know why the other party asked such a question suddenly, but she nodded honestly.

She was afraid that Yan Mo would think she was a lazy wife, so she argued in a low voice, "It's not that I don't cook..." On the contrary, she actually likes to cook.

It's just because of their work, the two of them always get together less often and leave more often, and it's rare to go home for a few days to rest, so Yan Mo is even more reluctant to let her do housework.

Over the years, the number of times Jiang Hanqing has cooked by hand can be counted on the fingers.

Yan Mo didn't care about these details, just nodded, "I see."

She suddenly stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Jiang Hanqing's waist, then skillfully untied the apron she was wearing, and put this Chibi Maruko brand apron on herself that didn't match her temperament.

Before Jiang Hanqing regained consciousness, Yan Mo was already fully equipped and went to the battlefield with a spatula.

Hanqing glanced at the empty noodle bowl and was surprised, "Aren't you full yet?" In her impression, Yan Mo's appetite should not be so big, right?

Yan Mo found two fresh tomatoes from the refrigerator, sliced ​​them skillfully, and popped two eggs in the oil pan.

"Haven't you eaten yet?" she said.

She still remembered that she was an artist, so she couldn't eat too much at night, so she said, "It's tomato eggs, so you won't gain weight."

Sweet as always.

Jiang Hanqing looked at the other party holding the spatula with a serious expression, and suddenly felt that nothing had changed, as if this person had not lost his memory, nor had he forgotten her.

Her tense mood for a day finally completely relaxed at this moment.

Compared to Jiang Hanqing's relaxation, Yan Mo was thinking about a more serious problem.

Why is she unbuttoning her clothes...

Will be so proficient! ! !